[Nas Escobar]
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You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
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Desperados, travellin
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What the fuck's up son?
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We could do this word up, we could do this
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[Chorus: The Firm]
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Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right
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Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
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I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
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Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
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[x2]
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[Canibus]
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At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
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Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
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Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
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I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
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I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
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and change the position of your brain
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My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
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nigga, get ya wig peeled back
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I scalp you like the indians on horseback
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Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
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Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
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Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
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Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
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Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
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From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's
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It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
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In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
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tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
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I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
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Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
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Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
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til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
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You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
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Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
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Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
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My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
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From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here
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My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear
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[Nas and Foxy Brown]
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Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there
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Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
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Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time
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Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein
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[Nas Escobar]
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Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
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Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
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Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
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Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
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[AZ the Visualiza]
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Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
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We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
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Blaze up, make fire, light your Purple Haze up
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Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
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So raise up fuck the playin, I'm sick of layin
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I can picture sprayin off an SK, shells ricochetin
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Snatched up, in Supreme Court, eyes half shut
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Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
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React what, who will, bail two mill'
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Nigga cool still bet I'll be home before the news will
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Blast fuse and leave purple Frank Matthews
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Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
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Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
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Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
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Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
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Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
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It's time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
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Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
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Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out
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Play one route, lay ya shit down and run South
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[Nature]
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Here's the cause of this shit, more statistics
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Deeper than the laws of physics, Malibu sand ,the gorgeous bitches
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Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
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A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
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and show sympathy, just QB, an entity
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Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
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Image is nothin just obey your thirst
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I blaze the Purple Haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
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For those concerned or just eager to learn
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I speak for The Firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
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Stashin my riches, past traditions, like Olympics
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pass the torch flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts, I'm driftin
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It's type ill wakin up lookin like filth
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Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
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Genetically form grade A pedigree
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Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
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Theoretically peep ho |